Friday, May 28, 2010

The Death of a Chronic Complainer

When it comes to the gym, I have always been a big, fat complainer. If I were to go in the morning, I would start my complaining routine the night before. If I were to go in the afternoon, the regularly scheduled complaints would start running rampant in the morning!

Prior to the accident I would work out 4-5 days a week,  that's a whole lot of whining! I would not discriminate, the thoughts would be equally shared within my own head and everyone I would come into contact with. Yes, I was quite enjoyable to be around :o)

Why would I continue to ever go back? Well, every time I was done with my workout, I felt I could walk on water, like I was floating!

I have returned to the gym, and things are now completely different. I never complain. I never even think about complaining. When it comes to the gym, I have an endless amount of reasons to feel fortunate!

~ All thanks to Michelle, I can now go to the gym.

~ I have a whole lotta steam to blow off, and a great workout does wonders.

~ I have a healthy, fully functioning body. My head, neck, elbows, arms, knees, legs and ankles all work.

~ Above all, I have a brain that allows all of the above to work properly.

For that I am thankful!

For that, I work as hard as possible so my little counterpart can experience the very same simple pleasures!

Happy Friday everyone :)


  1. Jen I am so glad to hear that you are getting out of the house and "blowing off steam" and that you are taking care of yourself! I am grateful too for Michelle that she has given you peace of mind to be able to go out and "do stuff". Blessings never stay alone- they multiply and trickle down until everyone feels them in some way or another. Have a great weekend!!!!!

  2. And Happy Friday to you! Except that I am posting this early Saturday morning. I am so glad that you are doing something healthy for yourself, and that you are enjoying it!!! Avi can only benefit from a healthy mommy with a spirit that feels more in line and capable!
    Oh, and just for the record, my husband granted my wish and got me a personal trainer for Christmas...and I try and whine my way out of anything I don't want to do at the gym when I am training! Not that it works...